yes girl you are so [if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more] [hands are unbearably beautiful] [i'll take care of you it's rotten work not to me not if it's you] [if you are intolerable let me be the one to tolerate you] [i could recognise him by touch alone] [i love you i want us both to eat well] [on purpose i love you on purpose] [whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same] [i am half agony half hope] [you have bewitched me body and soul and i love love love you] [he is half of my soul as the poets say] [i'm sick of people saying that love is all a woman is fit for but i'm so lonely] [i love you most ardently] [let me stay tender hearted despite despite despite] [someone has to leave first this is a very old story there is no other version of this story] [mostly i want to be kind] [tell me how all this and love too will ruin us] [you said i killed you haunt me then] [someone somewhere can you understand me a little love me a little] [i will love you as misfortune loves orphans as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong] [sorry about the blood in your mouth i wish it was mine] [who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me] can we kiss now
1. sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them
2. [in red highlight] everything i’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.
3. [white text on a background of a field] A FRIEND HAS TO BE OUTSIDE MY REACH, BEYOND MY GRASP. AND THERE CAN BE NO FRIENDSHIP WITH SOMEONE WHOM I AM NOT READY TO BETRAY: A FRIEND IS SOMEONE I CAN BETRAY WITH LOVE.
4. Long before Caesar and Brutus were lessons, they were friends. // They played with stick swords in their kingdom of trees // and dressed up in crowns of flowers // and painted mud on each other's faces. // The pair was often found walking down dirt roads, // Caesar stomping proud and tall, // and Brutus- step by step- placing his feet into the footprints left behind. // Caesar grew into a strong Roman man. // Brutus grew into Caesar's shoes. // They walked to a wishing well and they threw in their weapons // and Caesar whispered a prophecy: // "We live and die together." // The day before the slaughter, Brutus took pause. // He turned to Caesar and thought // "I'll love you twice as hard today to make up // for tomorrow," // and they stayed up and played cards on the kitchen floor. // It wasn't until the next morning that Brutus realized how cold the tile was. // Life and death are not mutually exclusive. // When Caesar died, so did Brutus, in the sense that he never really lived again. // In the present, when someone mentions one of them, // they seldom exclude mention of the other.
5. a scene from succession. the characters kendall and stewy are in a dimly lit alley, one walks away from the other while saying “you’re my third oldest friend. you fucked me like a tied goat. we’re great.”
6. I'm not happy if you're not happy // And swear that you're always sad // You're pathetic, I resent it // When you're down, it hurts so bad
7. I've gotten so good about not flinching at the sound of your name that people don't know I'd still throw myself mouth-open into the ocean for the chance to drown somewhere you might see it.
8. the painting ‘Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivana’. it depicts a man holding another man who is bleeding profusely from his head.
9. there are a million ways to bleed, but you are by far my favorite.
10. scene from the movie thoroughbreds. a character lays crying wrapped around her friend, she is covered in blood, her friend is unconscious.
11. [in pink highlight] and be wary of friends, yeah? they are the ones who kill you, in the end.
cannot stop thinking about whether or not we can survive the human condition. the intrinsic ache in all of us that we cannot grow out of or grow away from, that just sits next to our bones and gnaws at us. the nostalgia that weighs us down more and more as the years pass. time that we can never escape and the inescapable regret that will know our name intimately but we will never be able to name it. we hold the things we would change in the palm of our hands like we could get it back if the atoms would just line up perfectly. an amazing capacity for hope, yes, but the hollowness too. are the marks we leave greater than the wounds we heal? if you shout in the dark is it heard? the earth dying, and the weight of kindness against cruelty. the smallness of self against community and of community against the masses. the starving dog scenario, do we bite because we hunger so? the ability to survive, yes, but never intact, so is it surviving at all?
cannot stop thinking about whether or not we can survive the human condition. the intrinsic ache in all of us that we cannot grow out of or grow away from, that just sits next to our bones and gnaws at us. the nostalgia that weighs us down more and more as the years pass. time that we can never escape and the inescapable regret that will know our name intimately but we will never be able to name it. we hold the things we would change in the palm of our hands like we could get it back if the atoms would just line up perfectly. an amazing capacity for hope, yes, but the hollowness too. are the marks we leave greater than the wounds we heal? if you shout in the dark is it heard? the earth dying, and the weight of kindness against cruelty. the smallness of self against community and of community against the masses. the starving dog scenario, do we bite because we hunger so? the ability to survive, yes, but never intact, so is it surviving at all?
When this is over there will be dancing, there will be sunrises to see and coffee to have with people you love. Your favorite song hasn’t come out yet. You’ll hold onto your loved ones and you won’t have to worry. One day that will be the case again, you just have to get there. You just have to make it.
jacks never had a bad track. “Glad to know you’re thinking about me when you kiss your husband.” BANGER. “But for tonight, let me pretend you’re mine.” ICONIC. “I’d probably kill another man if I found him with you like this” LIFE CHANGING. “There is nothing of equal value to me”. UNMATCHED.
Oh my god sorry if this is out of nowhere but I'm a big big fan of your poetry (I've written it down in my sketchbooks alongside my art just to remember (with credit, of course)) and a while ago I was trying to find you again but I just Couldn't for some reason even though I tried several times. And honestly I just thought you deleted your account or something ahashdh which made me very sad
But then I found your account in my bookmarks today!!! So I suppose not all is lost :D
It's weirdly relieving ahah
Anyways sorry for rambling hope you have a nice day!!! <3
Ahhh!! Hii, it's so nice to hear from you again, you're so kind!! 😭😭 I haven't been very active on Tumblr for a while now, but I've still been writing constantly lmao. I may post some here soon!! I hope you've been well and I hope you have a good day too!! 🥰🥰💕💕
me up until i was 24 and a half: i don't think i'm autistic, i just get easily obsessed over things and struggle to follow conversations and don't like to make eye contact and fidget with things and have issues with lots of food tastes and textures and miss social cues and don't like unexpected change and plan out how to respond to things in advance so i'm not caught off guard and daydream a lot and struggle to make friends and spend a lot of time by myself and ramble constantly and stress out in unfamiliar social settings and don't like loud noises and shut down when i'm overwhelmed and am very rule-adherent and like patterns and systems and have very particular ways of doing things and am clumsy and don't like to be touched and wear the same kind of clothes every day and have a lot of neurodivergent friends and am generally considered kind of a weird person.
true blue - boygenius >> milsae >> presumably dead arm - sidney gish >> a bookmark near the end - julia nicole camp >> tumblr user @bananaanna1 >> tumblr user gayassnatural (old url)
